A woman of a certain age who has three cats underfoot, and has the dream of filling her passport with stamps. Books, classical music, tea, cats, movies, art, fancy needlework, and anything else I can think of.

I think this is about the only Margaret George novel that I really like. It's bloated, but good, with plenty of little details and asides that help to flesh out the story. Problem is (and why it gets four stars) is that it tends to drag here and there, and meander a touch. Still for Tudor fans, it's a must-read.